Another Side Of This


another side of this.

that shapes it's seasons

stacked as lemons, curious and round.

no sound from fire

dripping from the curlew to the bronze.

Spring has sprung eternal

through the panic of a prose

where letters, each in uniform

march serene, in tandem 

with their horses harnessed

evergreen; as heavy as a sin;

under covers of habitual unease

with noses each as long as time is bone.

through the many moods of light's unchartered ground

each with spines more hollow than a vowel

sleeping with a crucifix

hanging upside-down;

each stone that once dared mortal wounds 

a more approachable reprieve

now speak only in whisper

through the bandaged sound of screams;

no more another side such as it is.

I have twisted one too many times

inside the belly of your fig;









  • Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 26th, 2023 07:31
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 22
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  • Thomas W Case

    Great imagery and use of language.

    • aDarkerMind

      thank you Thomas

    • Lorenz

      'Sleeping with a crucifix hanging upside-down ! The sentence delighted me !

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